The reason this fic is getting an M-rating is because it will talk about dark topics (Not as dark as my fic Two Worlds One Spark... I hope) there will be abuse of many kinds, depression, torture, and various other things. The first few chapters won't have much if any at all, but I promise I will make a warning at the beginning of each chapter that does contain a topic that may need a warning. Also this WILL have romance, but not until MUCH later. I hope you guys all enjoy this. I am working on TWOS still, I promise I will finish that fic.
Primes (In order of receiving Matrix) :
Prima
Primon
Onyx
Vector
Megatronus
Solus
Alchemist
Amalgamous
Quintus
Micronus
Nexus
Sentinel
Alpha
Time Units (Found on Tf wiki):
Astro-second: .498 seconds
Breem: 8.3 minutes
Cycle: 1.25 hours
Deca-cycle: ~3 weeks
Groon: ~1 hour
Klik: 1.2 minutes
Meta-cycle: 13 months
Orbital cycle: ~1 month
Solar cycle/lunar cycle: 1 day/1 night
Stellar cycle:~7.5 months
Deci-vorn: 8.3 years
Vorn: 83 years
Ch. 2
Meister followed Alchemist Prime through the marketplace on their way to the Prime towers. He looked around but made sure to keep his expression trained as to avoid drawing attention to himself. The silver droid saw familiar amber optics and he strayed from the Prime's side. Their optics locked and just barely touched digits before the other droid's code holder came rounding the corner with her walking stick waving in the air. "Get away from that! You, get back to organizing!"
"Yes ma'am." The green droid femme picked up the box she had dropped when Meister had walked towards her. Their optics locked once again before she disappeared behind the stand.
"Where is your master at droid? I'm going to have a firm talking to with them." She wasn't as old as Alchemist, Meister could already tell, but she was old enough to be ignored by most of the public. Meister went to speak, but the femme was still waving her cane and the droid grabbed it when it got close to his face for the third time. The femme's anger was quickly washed away by fearful optics. "Wh-what are you doing? Let go. Help! Help! It attacked me!"
That got everyone's attention and Meister dropped the cane with a confused frown. "No, I did not. You were waving your cane, five millimeters from my face, and I grabbed it to stop you from hitting me. My code holder said that I am permitted to defend myself if needed."
"Lies! I saw you knock her to the ground!" A random vendor accused the Polyhexian. The droid shook his helm.
A crowd started forming a circle around Meister. A voice boomed through the marketplace, "stop!" Everyone turned to see Alchemist walking towards them with his blue servo glowing brightly. They all stepped back, whispering about the Prime's arrival. "No one will be laying a servo on that mech. Am I clear?"
When there was silence, Alchemist's red servo glowed brightly. The crowd dispersed enough for Meister to quickly stand behind him. The Prime turned to look at the smaller mechanism with a softer expression than the one he had a moment ago. "Are you alright Meister?"
"Affirmative. I apologize Alchemist Prime for straying." Meister was going to explain when they were away from the crowd. He saw a few more amber optics peeking out from inside more stands or tents that the angry mob came out from.
The Prime just dropped the conversation for the moment and ushered the droid away from the marketplace. There was absolute silence until four tall pillars came into view. "Are you truly okay Meister?"
"I am, today is the first I have seen another in their shell. We look different inside the virtual space. We also do not have names inside, which is why it is… odd to be given a name." Meister gestured with his servos. "AI communicate with each other differently than how Cybertronians do. We communicate in two different ways, and I believe you will- right little is more. Sorry."
Alchemist shook his helm with a playful roll of his optics. "Sorry? That's a new word. May I ask how you communicate?"
"Fix first. There are certain firewalls my systems cannot bypass without an outside assistance." The AI pointed to the pillars with a questioning look aimed at the Prime. "What are those?"
"The Prime towers. We have an actual building we enter, but these were said to have been where Primus and Unicron fought their last battle." Alchemist explained before a large beast flew across the sky in the same direction they were going. The large mech saw the growing optics on the smaller mech and gave an entertained ex-vent. "That's Onyx Prime. He's the beast tamer; can tame any mechanimal he's faced with."
Meister was intrigued to meet this great Onyx Prime. He looked at Alchemist with a polite smile, "I wish to meet the creature and take its form. If I can look like a Cyberwolf and astrofox, then I should be able to look like a flying creature."
"We could have you try if you'd like." The Matrix bearer agreed with his acquaintance. They returned to silence before Alchemist looked down at Meister. "Can you transform?"
"Yes. Our shells are just sparkless Cybertronians, so we have most of the equipment and systems that you have. We just do not have all of the reproductive systems or fuel tanks like yours, but we are almost flawless copies. Almost." He folded his servos behind his before adding. "There is a branch called the household AI droids; they are used for watching the youth, cleaning, preparing the energon, and also carrying the sparklings after the femme is declared spark."
The Prime was mildly disturbed that a Carrier would give up the miracle of carrying just to stay in shape. "What happens to the sparkling and AI? Sparklings need spark energy to feed off of."
"The HM-3 models have a specially designed conductor that produces just enough energy to sustain the newspark. There have been over four million successful emergences in the Towers since their release into the public. As for the AI after the sparkling arrives, it's entirely up to their code holder." The AI looked at the Prime after he allowed a moment to let the information sink in. "Do you plan on having sparklings?"
"Primus, no. I have too many things to worry about a sparkling getting into something it isn't supposed too." The older mech laughed before abruptly stopping when they stepped through the first set of pillars. "Four million successes? How fascinating and worrisome at the same time. And the creators do not worry about the newspark growing attached to the AI that carried it, and more than likely raising it?"
Meister shook his helm, "no. AI do not have the capabilities to feel. Remember? They are about to watch."
Five grooms on the dot. Are they that paranoid of something happening? Any business would be worried during test runs, but to spy on their clients? What are you hiding Artificial Life? Alchemist could already tell that they were watching from how Meister carried himself and kept his optics averted to either his environment or the ground. "When we get inside, I'll get you the clearance codes and then show you to my office. I apologize again for the state my office is in."
"You do not need to apologize Alchemist Prime. I will ensure that your office is cleaned, sanitized, and organized to your liking." When he spoke when they observed him, Meister kept optic contact as he spoke before looking away the second the last glyph left his lips.
"Well as long as you tell me how you organized it." Alchemist joked and he saw the familiar confused expression in his amber optics. "Right, right you're not installed with humor. If AL is wanting realism in their AI's they should at least give them emotions."
"Artificial Life will take your suggestion into consideration." The silver droid said and then a moment of silence. "Having the observers inside is… weird."
Alchemist gave the shorter mechanism a sympathetic smile, even though he would entirely understand the feeling. "Well now that we are officially alone, I can tell you what we're doing before I drop you off. I'm going to introduce you to the rest of the council."
"Are you not afraid of the repercussions? What if they act like those vendors?" Meister questioned his code holder's decision in bringing him, despite his coding screaming at him to stop.
"I thought AI had no emotions?" Alchemist teasingly asked.
The AI pursed his lips together. "Let me clarify. We have emotions to express our points and to match the mood our environment is in. So, if I were to be interfacing, I can express myself to match the event. However, I do not feel that emotion. When a Cybertronian sees their sparkling for the first time they get an overwhelming feeling of happiness, but when an AI experiences the same we just smile."
"So, you can express the feeling, but you cannot feel the expression?" The silver mech looked at the nodding droid.
"Exactly!" They stopped at the base of the stairs of a large skyscraper. Meister's optics locked with a large statue that was centered with the flight of stairs. The piece of art was of a large mech holding the Matrix of Leadership, except the mech was mainly blue with a sword laying in front of his peds. "He holds the Matrix. He was like you?"
Alchemist nodded and went to speak, but a light voice answered the AI's question. "That is Prima, the very first of my brother in arms to be granted the privilege of protecting the Matrix of Leadership. Alchemist, who did you bring here today?"
The two turned to see a tall, slightly heavily armored femme with long tendrils hanging from her helm. Alchemist turned with his servo on Meister's back. "Ah, Solus, I see that you've come out of your armory. This is Meister, my new assistant. Meister, this is Solus Prime. She was the fourth Prime, but the first femme to be bestowed Primus's gift."
Meister looked at his code holder silently. He did not know if he could be himself around this femme or be a quiet shadow. The AI nodded in her direction, "greetings Solus Prime. This Prima is your brother? Are all of you related?"
"No, we call each other brothers and sister as a joke." Alchemist chuckled at the questions. "Meister, you're safe here. You can speak your mind."
"I hope you're prepared for the yelling that our brothers will give you. How can we trust it to not tell Gearshaft everything?" Solus crossed her arms and gave a sly look at Meister.
The AI shook his helm with a servo going to his chest. "I do not directly answer to founder Gearshaft, even if he founded Artificial Life. The only one I explicitly listen to is Alchemist, unless he tells me that I can listen to anyone else." Meister looked at Alchemist with a curious smile. "Is that more or less information?"
"Yes, that was perfect Meister. Solus, there is nothing to worry about with him. Meister is willing to stay in my office until we visit Maccadam." The silver Prime assured his friend and gestured for them to head inside. Meister waited for the two Cybertronians to walk ahead of him, quietly observing the various pieces of art they walked past when they made it inside the building. He saw a painting of Alchemist with both servos in the air, one was shooting out fire and the other had water wrapping around the arm.
The AI's optics darted back to the retreating Primes, and he quickly caught up to them. "Alchemist, you are modded like AI?" He didn't understand how a Cybertronian could be modded. Only AI could have mods, that's what he remembered when he did the unthinkable.
"Oh no, certain Cybertronians can be sparked with something called an outlier ability. I, however, am not one of those few. These are just gauntlets that I built long before I became a Prime." Alchemist removed the red servo to show Meister what he was talking about. Underneath was a large silver servo with more of the scribbles decorating it. He placed it back on with a smile. "All of the Primes have a weapon in case they need it."
"Maybe the big sparklings do, but all I need is my processor." Solus scoffed with her servo pushing the long cables over her shoulder. Meister tilted his helm and pointed to a sword hilt that was attached to her hip. The femme looked at what the mechanism was pointing at and heated up with embarrassment. "I can't believe I forgot to put it back on the forge. Scrap, it's all your fault Alchemist."
The older mech snorted and patted her shoulder. "You're right Solus, you really do need your processor. Meister, Solus here makes all of our weapons with her forge. Some of the most important artifacts were created by here."
Meister thought back go the sword that the Primon statue had, then the quill that was in a portrait all by itself. "These are all of your creations? If they are important, do you not fear of someone stealing them?"
"No, we keep them safe. Alchemist and I are working on a project for extra protection." Solus took the hilt off her hip and sat it in the AI's servos. "This clearly doesn't have a blade yet, but I'm going to make it a formidable opponent when I am done with it."
Meister looked at the hilt and brought it close to his face, scanning every inch of it. "This hilt is made for one servo combat if it is a mech's weapon, but two servo if it is for a femme. It is made of eighty percent carbon fiber, fifteen percent steel, and fifteen percent obsidian."
Solus put her servos on her waist with a small look of surprise. "Huh, took Vector several times to guess. Nice job."
He handed the unfinished weapon back when they made it to a door that had Alchemist Prime's glyphs on them. The owner of the room sent a short comm burst with the codes to the room and access code to get inside the tower. "The meeting shouldn't take too long, but if you need anything comm me. You can explore also if you finish early."
"I will see to it that your office is organized." Meister smiled and then saw the small giggle coming from the femme just before the door slid open. When he looked back in the room and saw the state it was he, he looked at Alchemist with a deep frown. "The conservatory is not this bad. How can you work in this condition?"
The silver mech laughed and clapped the droid on his back. "Very carefully. I'll see you in about two groons."
He walked ahead of Solus, who put a servo on his shoulder with a sympathetic smile. "Good luck."
Meister watched the door close on him, leaving him in what he could only assume a whirlwind came through. He started picking up the scattered datapads on the ground. The AI scanned the room, noting nearly a hundred datapads, and he dropped the ones had picked up. He realized making piles of everything would be easier for this situation. Meister turned on each pad he picked up and started making small stacks of ones that looked like projects or ones that mentioned Prime and political issues. While organizing those he grabbed a large empty box, tossing trash in it until it was full, and sat it near the door.
Alchemist sat in his spot at the rounded table. He pulled up the security footage of his office, not out of fear of what the droid was doing, but to study him. A large black mech with large curved horns on his helm cleared his voice box, getting the others' attention. "So, Alchem, I heard you bought one of those droids from Artificial Life."
"You are correct. He's been quite the help and assistant. We wanted answers on what goes on there, Meister has been extremely willing to answer them. Did you know, that more than eighty percent of the richer population are carried by these droids? And then they are cared for by more droids. Their creators have no relation with their creations." Alchemist threw a servo in the air in irritation.
"What they do with their creations is their business, whether we like it or not. Alchemist, this thing could be dangerous to the good of Cybertron." A mech that looked like Prima, except he had goggles covering his optics, and a symbol on the center of his helm said with a concerning tone.
The silver Prime put a servo down with a bit of force. A white and maroon mech put a servo up to stop his fellow Prime. "Primon, we all took an oath to give all life a chance. Why not do the same for this mechanism? I saw a future with this creature in it, perhaps he plays an important role in protecting Cybertron."
"Or our destruction, Vector. We know nothing about it." Primon still wasn't convinced.
Alchemist flipped the security footage where Meister was standing in front of the now open window. A small avian landed on the windowsill, the AI jumped back with the small piles of datapads falling to the ground. His scare didn't seem to disturb the preening creature. He tilted his helm and carefully walked over to it; he offered his servo to the avian after observing it for a moment. Meister lifted the servo to his optics, getting a closer look of the chirping flier.
"Does that look like a creature that wishes to harm us? He's practically a sparkling! We, I, can teach him how to protect the will of Cybertron." Alchemist looked at his brothers and sister for their support. "Just meet him. There is something going on with AL."
The others looked at each other in silence before looking at the current Matrix bearer. Solus gave their verdict. "We'll support you and give Meister a chance to prove himself. You mentioned visiting Maccadam, why do you need to see him?"
"Something about this… brand of droids scares Gearshaft. He has them implanted with cameras for something Meister calls 'the observers', to make sure they are staying on task and are doing what they are supposed to be doing. He wants to tell me something, but he's virtually terrified while there's a possibility that they will see him speaking of it." Alchemist folded his servos on the table after shutting off the footage.
"Spying on clients? That's why you didn't bring it here. But how do you know it isn't lying to you?" The black mech questioned with an arm resting in his spot.
"He is one of the most innocent things I have met, Onyx. If he was lying to me, he wouldn't have told me about the fact that AL is already making new plans for another model. Even though they just came out with his not too long ago. They can communicate with each other, but he won't show me until we can get whatever needs removed." The Prime looked at his brother with a passive gaze. "I've learned more about AL with him than our spies have been able to get."
Vector Prime rubbed his chin in thought, "I wish to speak with this mechanism in private. Will he speak with as much honesty as he does with you?"
"Meister did with me, but that could have been because Alchemist was there." Solus crossed her arms. "Perhaps a chat without you in the room would help determine his genuineness?"
Alchemist nodded with a bit of reluctance. "Alright, I'll stay here. But I'm warning you, Vector, he's still learning about shortness."
The Prime nodded and they continued their meeting. Back in the room, Meister finally finished dusting the shelves with a rag he had found hanging from the old desk chair. He smiled proudly at his work he did and knew that Alchemist would be able to work much better in a clean environment. When Meister looked around for any imperfections, the door opened carefully behind him. He spun around with his smile faltering when it wasn't his code holder like he had thought it was.
The droid pulled himself together when he stared up at the white and maroon mech. He looked him up and down quietly while the mech let the door close behind him. "You seemed happy a moment ago. There's no need to hide, I just wish to ask a few questions in regards of you. My name is Vector Prime."
"There is a statue and painting of you in the halls. I am not hiding, if I was hiding, I would be out of sight. Where is Alchemist Prime?" Meister folded his arms behind his back with his gaze going for the door. "I was permitted to stay in here or wonder the halls once I was finished."
"There's no need for being monotonous. I'm not going to hurt you, Meister. Alchemist gave me permission to ask you some questions regarding your creators." Vector Prime sat on the recently clean desk with his legs outstretched and ankles crossed.
Meister kept his optics on the strange mech and frowned slightly. "AI do not have creators, having a creator would indicate we are a living creature. We have coders that recode us once our frames are built, then we are put through tests to ensure the recoding was a success."
"Recoding?" That got the Prime's attention and he sat up slightly. "Do you not mean coding?"
"No, failed previous tests get recoded until the new coding sticks." Meister went over to a stack of datapads that were already neatly stacked and started reorganizing them. "If an AI fails to accept the initial coding and rewritten coding more than six times, we are… erased."
The Prime took note of the fact that Meister now refused to look him in the face. He hummed softly and pushed forward. "May I ask how times you were coded?"
The AI gave himself a klik before looking at Vector Prime with a smile. "I am unsure, we do not recall the amount unless the coders tell us. Was there anything else you'd like to ask me in regards Artificial Life or myself? Alchemist has been keeping records of all of the questions he's asked me for review while the observers are watching."
"Are these observers Cybertronians or more AI like yourself?" He stood up and decided to make a lap around the room while moving a few things out of place. The Prime knew he could just go to the past and get their answers but going in the past always had detrimental consequences if something was messed with.
"Cybertronian. They hook themselves up to the main grid that has all of our identification numbers labeled in individual slots. When they plug into a slot, they only observe through our optical feed and auditory sensors. There are only thirty observers and they make their rounds every five groons. I have only thirty kliks left before they make their way to me."
"And what do you do when the observers come to you?" Vector Prime stood next to the window and popped it open. He went to the desk, sitting on the corner of it once again. "Do all of the AI know when they are being watched?"
Meister logged all of the messes that the Prime made and started cleaning it up with rapid speed. When he got to the window, he went to close it, but he saw small blurs running around on a patio with laughs. "Are those sparklings?"
"Hm? Oh yes, there is an orphanage near the edge of Iacon. Our doors are always open to the youth and to those that need our help. Would you like to meet them?" The white and maroon mech joined the much smaller mech's side. He could see so much curiosity in the amber optics, and then something changed in Meister and he quickly closed the door. "Mei-"
"Alchemist Prime is not back yet. If you'd like, I can comm him to inform your desire to speak with him." Meister looked up at Vector Prime far longer than he did previously.
"No, that is quite alright I will wait for him." He finally sat down in the chair behind the desk.
The droid nodded silently and started mindlessly cleaning everything again before stopping. "AI are not supposed to know." The door opened to reveal Alchemist with two cubes of energon in one arm and a smaller cube of oil that instantly caught the AI's attention. "You do not need to get me fuel for this frame. I am the AI; we are supposed to tend to ourselves."
"I was already getting Vector and myself our energon, I figured I'd get you something too." Alchemist explained while handing his fellow Prime one of the cubes. He looked around with an impressed inhale. "Wow, you were not kidding when you said you were going to clean. Here ya go."
Meister took the oil and stepped back with his gaze locked on the black liquid. He could just barely make out his optics and he looked up at the two Primes quietly. They were silently refueling at the desk and the AI let his mod activate. His Polyhexian frame completely changed to what he could conclude was the standard frame type in Iacon. His silver paint slowly rippled to a burgundy color with cobalt zigzags going up his arms and legs. Finally, his amber optics turned blue. "Would this be acceptable for public use?"
Alchemist and Vector Prime both looked up and spit out their energon when they stared at the waiting Meister. The code holder didn't get a chance to tell the others about his modification, and he forgot to tell Meister to not use his mod out in public. Vector Prime jumped to his peds and started circling the faux-Iaconian. He occasionally poked the frame. "What is this? Can they all do this?"
"No, every one of them has a different modification. Meister's is called chameleon mod; he can change his entire frame. I took a sample of whatever they have running through their fuel lines last night, waiting on the results." The other Prime explained before looking at Meister. "We've talked about this; you don't need to change your look to appease others. And don't use it out in public, I don't want someone taking an interest in you."
Meister didn't understand why his code holder refused to use him to his fullest. His frame rippled back to his original frame. "But those Cybertronians at the market did not like me. If they do not like AI, then why purchase us?"
"You were right Alchemist, quite the curious thing." Vector teased both of them. Meister didn't catch the humor and just tilted his helm to the side. The time lord looked at the chemist with a digit gesturing to the AI.
"Yeah, we… we're working on humor. Nicknames are getting there as well. Meister it's called teasing, this form of teasing is done in a friendly manner, it's like a joke. If it's done maliciously then they are being rude." Alchemist tried to explain in a way he hoped the droid would understand.
The droid nodded slowly in understanding with a smile going on his lips. "It's all tone? Like the nicknames?"
"Exactly!" The two Primes both said with excitement.
Meister looked at Vector Prime with his lips pressing slightly firm before speaking his mind. "May we see the sparklings? My model does not interact with the youth."
"I don't see why not. I don't have to return to my realm for another half groon." The mech rose to his peds and finished off his cube. "A few topics to avoid with the orphans, do not bring up creators and interfacing. Orphans are sparklings that were abandoned by their creators or their creators were taken from them. And interfacing is an adult topic."
The silver droid nodded after reiterating what was said to him. Alchemist finished his energon, now they were waiting for the smaller mechanism to finish his oil. Meister sensed the urgency and sucked down the now lukewarm sludge before setting the small cube on the desk where the other two were at. He did a quick scan of his systems before informing his code holder. "All of my systems are at peek condition, and I will not require any more fuel for approximately a quarter of a meta-cycle."
"Does using your mod use up most of your reserves?" The previous Matrix bearer questioned as they left the office.
"For long periods of time, yes. Also, if I used a larger frame." Meister curled a fist next to his side. He wanted to show Alchemist that he was trustworthy and wanted to be good. "Artificial Life does not have the best security system against AI."
The two Primes turned slightly to see what was said. "What was that Meister?"
Meister realized that he wasn't heard, and he abruptly changed his mind on letting them know. "I said that I hope this friend of yours knows how to bypass my system securities."
"Are they difficult?" Alchemist looked down at the silver Polyhexian with slight worry, forgetting that with such advance technology they would have heavy security measures to protect against hackers.
The amber opticed mech shook his helm and folded his arms behind his back. "There are several firewalls to protect my systems from outside sources, but if I am inserted into a Cybertronian they go down. But that would mean that I am in this hacker's systems." He knew that it was important for him to inform his code holder prior to the visit because of the invasion of privacy.
"Really? You would be able to see their memory banks? Did AL not take into account of engineers or coders beside their own getting a hold of an AI?" Vector Prime asked curiously.
"We are very expensive; most engineers and coders cannot afford us. If they wished to get one there would most likely be a theft, but that is why the observers exist." Meister explained with confidence. He still didn't see his creation as slavery, but he did appreciate that he was allowed to speak so openly.
"He's right Vector, how many engineers do you know that's got credits to afford one?" Alchemist looked at his brother in arms before remembering something. "Wait. Meister, how did you say your frames are acquired?"
Meister went to speak, but they were walking past an illustration of a massive golden ball that was glowing magnificently. "Our shells come from Vector Sigma." He spoke after pointing up at it. "They have one shell made before taking the original one back and mass producing it off of that. The original frame is then… there's a firewall, I cannot speak upon this topic."
"Alright, I think that's enough to get us started. Thank you, Meister. Brother, I will speak with the others upon this finding and we will have to go through the guards of Sigma." Vector Prime put his servos on the two silver frames before hurrying off.
The silver droid looked back at the time Lord before up at the chemist. "What if Artificial Life finds out I spoke? They will take me back for recoding."
"They won't find out, I promise. Do you what Vector Sigma does?" Alchemist questioned while they continued their walk. The silence was enough of an indication that the AI didn't know. "Vector Sigma gives life to lifeless frames. He doesn't make the frames."
Meister abruptly stopped just outside the double doors they exited through to the back of the towers. He frowned deeply and his systems were screaming. "No, that cannot be right. That would mean I am alive, but I have no spark."
"I don't know how you came to be, but have I lied to you so far?" Alchemist gave Meister that look that told the droid he spoke the truth. He shook his helm carefully. The Prime didn't need a field to tell that the poor creature was confused about his origin. He put one of his large servos on his shoulders, getting him to look up with his amber optics growing wide. "We will figure this out together."
Meister looked away briefly, his systems screaming at him to stop but something inside of him told him to go for it. Help the strange Cybertronian that was so determined to prove that his kind were like his. He looked back up with a smile. "Together."
"Would you like to still meet the sparklings or would you like to head home?" Alchemist asked after a stretch of silence. Meister looked off in the distance before giving his answer with silence. The Prime figured they had a long day with the mob and then questions. With the decision made, they got in the shuttle with the guards and headed back to the manor. Alchemist had an idea that would amuse anyone else, but he thought it would help him learn how adaptable the AI were and help Meister learn about Cybertronian mannerisms. "Meister, I have a suggestion that will help us both learn about each other. Should you wish to participate."
The mention of learning caught the AI's attention. "What would you like to do?"
"Have you go through the early life cycles of a Cybertronian until you reach adulthood again. You will learn how to blend in better while in your disguises and I can learn about you." He explained his plans, getting automatic strange looks from Backdraft.
"Alchemist, no amount of raising an AI will teach it how to be one of us. Why do you think there aren't any AI sparklings?" Backdraft didn't like this idea, thinking it could cause major problems for his charge.
Meister went to correct the mech's mistake on AI, but he closed his mouth and continued to play the quiet role. He looked up with his blank stare and smile on his face. "Backdraft is correct Alchemist Prime; we cannot feel our emotions remember? I can adapt just fine as I am."
"Are you sure?" The large mech eyed the droid carefully, not believing him but didn't want to further upset Meister. The silver Polyhexian nodded with a smile. "Okay, if you are sure."
The drive fell into an awkward silence, but Meister didn't mind as it gave him more time to think. Thinking was bad, AI were not supposed to think, just do, but he liked thinking. Even though it had been almost two full solar cycles since he had been brought online, he much preferred Alchemist Prime over the technicians and coders back at the Artificial Life center. He wasn't about to go back there. Not again.
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